Poetry: We've got a problem!

It seems it's time for me to, for I no longer want to stay,

The days are coming fast and ending at midday...

I'm really sorry mister, really really sorry, really!

I'm not kidding! -grunt-

I wish I wasn't stuck in such a mess..

But I do not wish to confess!

I am sorry though, I really really am, really!

I never meant to be so.. greedy?

No! So needy?

Ahhhh just beat me!

I'm really really sorry!

Although I don't know what I have done!

See, the guilt is killing me, playing with my emotions,

There is no way out, I already know this!

So I shall remain still, just shame me for my no good,

Although deep down I don't know what I should.

Shame, shame, shame! I don't want to play this game!

I'm really really really sorry times three!

Please, oh please tell me what I deed?

Was it bad? Was it good? Should I remain misunderstood?

Here lies an open book! Did I read it? Is it mine?

Was I right? Shall I shine!

Oh no no! I don't want to learn in due time!

Tell me now! Oh please, please tell me now!

Fine, don't tell me anything!

Now I'm upset with YOU!

You lose!

-Haha, you ever have someone upset at you and they won't tell you what is it that they are upset with you about? Then! You end up being upset at them because they won't tell you. Suckers! :p